"I'm okay," she reports, though her voice is shaky. The Blacksmith shakes her head at Sam's question, though it seems to be more a denial of what just happened than an argument for him. "When I bonded Curtis to the skull, I didn't know whose it was," she says, harsh and rough. With a lurch to her stomach, Waverly realizes the woman is panicking. "It never told me."
"What?" Waverly begins, but the Blacksmith interrupts her. "She's going to be coming for me. I need protection."
Getting up, she moves distractedly around the workshop, looking for something she can't seem to locate. "I need to find some salt."
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:43 pm (UTC)"What?" Waverly begins, but the Blacksmith interrupts her. "She's going to be coming for me. I need protection."
Getting up, she moves distractedly around the workshop, looking for something she can't seem to locate. "I need to find some salt."